She landed on her feet,
Or more precisely
All four feet
Of the horse
She rode in on,
So elated,
She sounds giddy
A child
Whose toys
Have been returned
After having them
Snatched away,
Not for anything
Wrong she did,
Rather by life itself,
The ups and downs
Of fickle fate
She has always
Had to contend with,
Only now,
She’s on the upswing
Again,
And god knows why
HE takes away
And gives back,
Only that she needs
To give thanks
At moments like these,
Accepting those gifts
When offered,
Knowing they might
Not last,
Joy taken like a sacrament
She must indulge
Must accept.
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